Life Without Toast - Sibling Rivalry

...And all through the blog, not a creature was stirring, not even a dog.

It's been awfully quiet round here recently, hasn't it? Apologies, both myself and Babs have been too busy for words. I've been working my ass off, and playing Zelda (review soonish), and doing my Christmas shopping (all done, yay!), and Babs has been working her ass off too, and doing college stuff.

SO! In the absence of anything exciting, I though I'd blog about some blogs (apologies if I leave anyone out).

Sevitz has posted his third and final post about Judaism and Circumcision, which makes for good reading. The comments throughout the three posts have been really good too, some good debating going on, especially from Dan.

Speaking of Dan, he still hasn't finished his latest book, Penumbra. Myself and several others had been immensely enjoying his tale of high fantasy in a world where the divide between darkness and light was both literal and political (and fantastical), and then he buggered off to New Zealand, promising he'd finish the book in December. Come on Dan, let's have the rest of it, please? It's totally brilliant!

Nat and Ian don't know what they'll be doing for Christmas. Dudes, if it snows in Dublin, you're more than welcome to come here for the New Year. :-)

Annie has closed her blog "for refurbishment", apparently. Oh, Slaminskly, how I miss thee. Please come back soon.

Gordon raised £400 for charity for his 5K run, amongst answering every question the blogosphere could throw at him. I think his "questions answered" posts were a genius idea, and have made for brilliant reading. For anyone who hasn't read or doesn't read his blog (not many), I thoroughly recommend it, it's one of the best out there, and I count myself grateful to have him as someone who reads this here bloggaroo, it must mean we're doing something right here, I think.

Pete and Karen are still up to their eyes in nappies and coffee mornings, but not too busy to be blogging regularly, which I count as a very, very good thing. Pete recently lost a good friend to the horrible illness that is World of Warcraft, and Karen has inspired me to want to use cloth nappies whenever I have a sproglet of my own.

Calista has had a hard time of it recently for reasons I won't go into here. I hope she, of all, has the bestest Christmas ever.

Tom recently started working in Dublin, and nearly ended up on my couch for a bit, but in the end he found somewhere decent to stay (not that my couch isn't very decent). We still haven't met for that pint though, which is something that MUST happen soon, at all costs.

And last, but not least, Razorhead fixed his Rayburn and the plumber secretly added a nuclear reactor (or so he claims) and he got some hens, and they are laying, which is a very good thing, as I know all too well from 20+ years of tending to the needs of finicky poultry. There's nowt like a free range egg fresh from a hens' arse, I tell ya.

Happy Christmas everyone! Except for Adrian. Happy Hanukkah dude. :-)